Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей)

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When I too long have looked upon your face,
Wherein for me a brightness unobscured
Save by the mists of brightness has its place,
And terrible beauty not to be endured,
I turn away reluctant from your light,
And stand irresolute, a mind undone,
A silly, dazzled thing deprived of sight
From having looked too long upon the sun.
Then is my daily life a narrow room
In which a little while, uncertainly,
Surrounded by impenetrable gloom,
Among familiar things grown strange to me
Making my way, I pause, and feel, and hark,
Till I become accustomed to the dark.

1. One Way There Was
2. She Let Them Leave Their Jellies
3. The Wagon Stopped before the House
4. Then Cautiously She Pushed
5. Not Over-Kind nor Over-Quick

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